IntroDCG.
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Verse 1DQueen size mattress on an oCld wood oak flGoor
And DI don't see the need in closin' a scCreen dGoor
I wDanna hear the birds when the dCay finally cGomes
I fDear all my days of bein' yoCung are doGwn, we're oDnly just begGunVerse 2How clDose can a man come to GCod before dyGin'?
About as clDose as you were when yCou were trGyin'
To shDade the sun from your eyes on the creCek's edge dGarlin'
There's a bDar 'round the bend a man is bCendin' blues guitaGrin'ChorusWhen the day is dCone.G
And those neon lDights call you hEmome
You'll be beggin' of a SCaviour to let you sGave her
The sad tDimes of twenty-Emso
When the night is throCughG
And those American gDirls are headed hEmome
You'll be beggin' of your SCaviour to let you saGve her
From the swDeet nights of twenty-EmsoInterludeDCG.
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Verse 3And I kDnow how hard it is to lCove a boy like mGe
With my dDry sense of humour and my rCeckless tendencGies
But nDot all labour's dCone with hardened hGands
You been chDompin' at the bit, just to lCove an honest mGanChorusWhen the day is dCone.G
And those neon lDights call you hEmome
You'll be beggin' of a SCaviour to let you sGave her
The sad tDimes of twenty-Emso
When the night is throCughG
And those American gDirls are headed hEmome
You'll be beggin' of your SCaviour to let you saGve her
From the swDeet nights of twenty-EmsoInstrumentalCGDEm
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ChorusWhen the day is dCone.G
And those neon lDights call you hEmome
You'll be beggin' of a SCaviour to let you sGave her
The sad tDimes of twenty-Emso
When the night is throCughG
And those American gDirls are headed hEmome
You'll be beggin' of your SCaviour to let you saGve her
From the swDeet nights of twenty-Emso
